Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Wings,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.